Wayward Salvation - Preview Chapter

Chapter 1

India stood at the end of the narrow corridor her fingers twitching
and her gaze fixed on the tattered red rimmed metal door in front of
her.

The door was plain adorned with patches of rust and oily black
stains. The tag where the inhabitant's name would have been displayed
was an indecipherable mess of scratches and metallic scars.

She felt nervous, her
heart racing and her legs seemingly shaking to its silent beat. She
was clutching one of her longer braids tugging at it impatiently and
wrapping it around her fidgety fingers, as she did when she felt
uneasy or tense. She tried to keep calm, tried not to seem like she was
suffering from the shakes.

The corridor was dimly
lit, relatively remote from the ship's main section, leading straight
down from one of the main entrances to the below section. She
listened closely trying make out any sound from the engines but only
heard the buzzing of the strobe lights and the creaking of the metal
walkway as she continuously balled up her toes inside her thin
leather boots.

The sudden urge to run
and hide overcame her as her emotions rushed in like water from an
opened floodgate. She quickly suppressed the sensation recalling the
conversation she had with Axa the other night. Her thoughts, jumbled
however they may have been, clung to her friend's words.

She felt both amused
thinking of what Axa would do in her place feeling her confidence
boosted. She thought about Axa, reminded of her head on personality
and the nonchalance she tended to display. It comforted her but also
served as a harsh reminder that she was often seen as the weaker of
the two, the realisation feeling like a slap in the face.
Nevertheless, she knew she would probably get a scolding from her
friend if she decided not to go through with it.

She took a deep breathe
failing to banish her shakiness. She tugged at the brim of her tight
overcoat trying to make out any sound from behind the door.

There was none.

She wondered whether
Lora was in at all, or asleep, or whether the door was sound proof.
She took a quick almost secretive glance down the corridor still
tugging at her braid.

India raised her hand
focusing on the door. There was no intercom or anything like a
doorbell, she would have to knock. She froze, feeling more nervous
than before. Doubts filled her head. Maybe she should rethink it,
sleep another night on it, maybe talk to someone else, Trip, Kia, or
maybe Charon, he was a counsellor after all, he'd have some advice
for her.

She thought back to Axa
and what that would mean for her, how she would take it, anticipating
her reaction. She would see it as a betrayal, a minor one, yet a
betrayal none the less, not trusting the advice given to her by her
friend, her best friend.

India took another deep
breathe. She raised her hand again, trying to seem confident. She
knocked on the door three times, the faint clunking resounding down
the corridor.

She stood still
anticipating a reply.

After a few moments of
silence she knocked again, louder this time, the sound now drowning
out the buzzing lights and creaking metal. She finally got a
reaction. She took a step back swallowing hard. Lora's disgruntled
voice echoed from behind the metal door.

“I'm coming, I'm
coming alright.”

She heard the sound of
steps and what seemed like scraping metal. She took another nervous
glance down the corridor thinking about running again. Lora's words
erupted from beyond the closed door, nearer than before, cutting down
her stream of thought like a razor.

“Who the fuck is
this?”

India opened her mouth
but she couldn't find her voice. She felt like she was about to
collapse. Lora continued, sounding more than a little annoyed.

“Considering this is
my first night on the ship, this better be good.”

The door slid open
before she had uttered the final word. Her annoyance seemed to fade
as she laid eyes on India. Her mood shifted almost immediately
turning into a mix of relief and bewilderment.

India took another step
back. She was so nervous she felt like she was about to burst, her
fists clenched at her side to keep them from shaking and her chest
thrust out to appear confident.

Lora looked down at the
young woman towering over her slightly. Her amber eyes were warm and
bright, her thick brown fur was in shambles as if she had just woken
up and her short red hair was a mess. She wore nothing but a pair of
worn blue cargo pants and seemed to have a short white towel draped
over her shoulders leaving the rest of her muscly yet feminine frame
bare.

India felt her eyes
wander. She was not taken aback by Lora's unexpected nakedness, yet
couldn't help feel a little surprised. She felt relief as her tension
seemed to fade, yet a strange sense of dread suddenly snuck itself
in.

She noticed patches of
fur missing all over Lora's upper body. In between were scars, healed
yet still pronounced and evident varying in size and shape.

She shuddered at the
thought of how Lora had gotten them, but her curiosity had been
awakened.

She realised she was
staring all of a sudden and quickly looked back up into Lora's feline
features trying to seem innocent.

Lora tilted her head
cracking a wry smile. She raised her arms leaning into the doorway
comfortably and confidently.

India's hands started
fidgeting again nervously as they both seemed at a loss for words.
The buzzing of the lights suddenly seemed ear shattering. India felt
like running again, if it only was to get away from the awkward
silence.

“Look, maybe I
should...,” Lora cut her off before she could finish.

“You wanna come in,”
she said in a low hum and looking at India through the brim of her
hair.

India felt like she had
been kicked in the stomach, as if all the air left her lungs at once.
She had to keep herself from audibly gasping.

“Sure,” she replied
in a breath of relief.

Still smiling Lora
pushed herself away from the door frame turning away and walking into
the room casually. India followed slowly all the while trying to keep
her cool and not let the growing nervousness bubble up and turn the
situation into an ordeal.

The room was small and
painfully plain. Turning right from the door was a single bunk bed
was shoved into the corner of the far wall. There was a table,
metallic, round, slapdash in the middle of the room, scrape marks on
the metal floor showed it had been moved frequently. There was a
total of two chairs, shiny white, with torn tattered black
upholstery. One, seemingly being used as a night stand, had an
assortment of papers, crumbs and stains on it. A cabinet hung on the
wall opposite of the bunk bed. The symbols on it made it obvious that
is used to be a medical case, probably housing a first aid kit or
medicine, its shelves now filled with an assortment of various shaped
glasses and bottles filled with clear and brownish gold liquids.

The entire place was
laden with dust and a musky smell emanated from it.

Lora strode casually
through her domain. She whisked the white towel from her shoulders
throwing it into the corner onto a small stack of similar towels and
cloths.

She pulled down a
stained red tank top dangling from a ladder adorned with similarly
hanging pieces of clothing.

She pressed the tank
top against her feline nose giving it a sniff before pulling it over
her head while walking further into the room.

India found the place
to be a mess and above all things unremarkable, yet could not help
feel a sense of excitement stepping into it. She was in Lora's room,
a place she knew no one had been into except maybe Trip or Kia. Her
flurry was beginning to lift slowly and her curiosity was starting to
get the better of her.

India stopped abruptly
as Lora sat down onto the unmade bed. She stood there like a
scarecrow waiting for its master’s command.

Lora looked up at her
expectantly. India was starting to feel awkward again as Lora's amber
eyes began scanning her. She began studying the room mostly just to
avoid Lora's gaze, only to come back to it after a brief lapse.

Lora's eyes darted to
the second free chair near the table. She repeated the gesture, this
time with a slight nod, trying to signal that she was offering her a
seat yet not trying make the girl feel more awkward. Lora hoped that
the gesture would be seen as her attempt at subtlety yet suddenly
realised that it might come across as slightly condescending or even
threatening. She cursed herself for the misstep yet thought that
India was probably smart enough not to get the wrong impression.

“Thank you,” India
said quietly sitting down and trying to seem positive. She sunk into
the upholstery sitting upright, her knees tightly pressed together
and her hands folded uncomfortably atop them. She tried to seem
relaxed yet only managed to paint a perfect picture of her tension.

Lora mustered her again
curiously and India looked away sheepishly.

“So,” Lora said
after a moment’s silence, “what brings you here.”

India looked up at her,
her words seeming to come out in a slow drone.

“I just wanted to see
how you were.”

Lora chuckled ever so
slightly resting her chin on her hand.

“That's nice,” she
replied.

India felt another wall
of awkward silence creep up on them making her want to look away and
avoid Lora's piercing gaze. Suddenly the bunk bed caught her
attention, or rather the messy unkept linen covering it. They were
moving, being scraped away by what looked like a scraggy arm, and
attached to the arm was the body of a woman, skin and hair white as
chalk, her body mass seeming almost too unnatural for a human yet
sharing all of the right features.

Lora spun around
looking almost as surprised as India. She felt slightly embarrassed
although she made sure it didn't show. She was hungover, something
she learnt to hide pretty well by now and had forgotten all about her
nightly guest feeling amusement that it slipped her mind. The woman
rolled around in the sheets groaning and grimacing in perceived
morning anguish.

India was aghast. She
didn't know whether to feel offended or just stupid. Stupid for not
assuming that Lora may not be alone. She felt her knuckles tighten
atop her knees. Anger surged into her. She felt like she was reliving
the pain of her school days again, learning how the world worked, how
interaction worked. She tried to get hold of her emotions as the mix
of anger, frustration and loss overwhelmed her. Anger at herself, at
her stupidity, her recklessness, frustration at her thinking she
would ever have a chance with someone like Lora, and loss at
seemingly losing any chance, however small, she thought she could
have with Lora. Her fragile foundation was about to crack as she felt
close to tears. She pulled herself together swallowing hard, finally
finding what seemed like the right words to say:

India felt her heart
leap. She made no attempt to move, suddenly feeling like she was
wanted, although concluding that it was merely wishful thinking
remaining merely out of hope finding it more childish now than
stupid.

The woman wrapped in
the linen looked up squinting and blinking at the light. Her eyes
were deep crimson and her voice sounded hoarse yet quiet.

“Who's this now,”
she asked inquiringly eyes fixed on India.

Lora looked over to
India and at the woman again looking slightly perplexed. She realised
the two probably weren't formally introduced. She raised a hand
nonchalantly pointing to woman in her bed then to India and back
again off handedly.

“Eris, India. India,
Eris.”

“I know you,” Eris
remarked happily, “You and that other girl, you’re called the
inseparables.”

India knew who the
woman was, she was an albino, or so she was told, one of Tomyn's
people, from the below section. She had noticed her before, yet only
in passing but had never actually talked to her let alone interacted
with her socially or otherwise. She knew Tomyn liked to keep the
members of his ‘Wrecking Crew’ separate from the rest of the
ship, whatever reason that may have.

India tried to overcome
her discomfort, her muscles tensing up as she balled her hands atop
her knees.

“I should leave,”
she finally said her voice sounding dry.

“Nah,” Lora quickly
interjected looking up briefly. She stared down at the scraggy albino
lying in her bunk, a critical look on her face, “Eris was just
leaving, weren’t you Eris?”

Eris didn’t seem to
acknowledge her at first, her gaze still fixed on India with stout
curiosity. She looked up at Lora, an almost grim look spreading
across her face. She rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth in obvious
annoyance.

“Fine,” she said
swiping away the linen covers. She threw her thin stork-like legs off
the mattress. She left them dangling for a brief moment before calmly
stepping out of the bunk.

India felt a surge of
surprise and relief when Eris stood up from the bed revealing herself
almost fully clothed. The albino was wearing a pair of white briefs
quickly disappearing beneath baggy work pants which she grabbed from
the floor. A thin sleeveless top attempted to cling to her bony frame
revealing her almost non-existent cleavage. She craned back her neck
and threw out her arms while standing firmly on her tiptoes. Her
joints cracked and crunched and her face grimaced in relief.

Lora leaned back into
her bunk dodging one of Eris’s fists as she pushed out her arm
carelessly. After a minute’s worth of stretching Eris slid her
dainty feet into a pair or large steel capped work boots before
stepping towards the door.

“Catch you later,”
she said disappearing through the doorway.

Lora’s eyes couldn’t
help but follow Eris as she seemed to almost slither out of the room,
tightly and somewhat obviously focusing on the albino’s back and
rear. She felt like running her fingers up Eris’s spine like she
had done the night before when the two of them were too drunk to know
what they were doing.

She shook her head
trying to lose the fatigue. Her gaze shifted to India again who was
tapping her foot nervously and she began mustering the young dark
skinned woman.

She allowed herself to
smile finding amusement in India’s steady yet futile attempts to
hide her abashment. She had misjudged her feeling slightly ashamed.

Lora had known India for a long time, not intimately, but she considered her a crew mate and friend, family
even. She had seen the girl grow, in stature and confidence. And now
after all these years the girl had grown into a young woman, a strong
one, a fighter.

Lora scratched her chin
with one of her clawed finger. There was another feeling rearing its
head. She couldn’t place it. It felt alien to her yet strangely
familiar, like a painful memory banished to the corner of one’s
mind.

She tried to focus,
tried pushing it aside, yet it lingered. She suddenly felt sick to
her stomach, as if her intestines were knotting up. She quickly
attributed it to her hangover.

She tried wetting her
lips but her throat and mouth were dry.

“Drink?” she asked
breaking the silence.

India’s head darted
up, eyes wide and glazed, her gaze fixing on Lora with the interest
and perplexity of a startled bird.

“No, thank you,”
she replied waveringly.

Lora shrugged. She
reached beneath a few sheets of paper, retrieving a small box of
cigarettes pulling one out with her teeth and using the same box as a
lighter to ignite its tip.

She took a deep breath
and exhaled a wad of blue smoke.

Lora flicked open the
lid of her cigarette box with her thumb holding it in front of her in
an obvious offering gesture. India rebuked her with a quick shake of
the head.

Lora blew another wad
of thick smoke and tucked away the box into one of her trouser
pockets. She clutched the cigarette between her index and middle
finger and leaned forward slightly. Her eyes fixed India as she tried
to read her becoming serious all of a sudden.

She had never seen the
girl like this. She knew her to be lively even jumpy at times and
always with Axa, her best friend and with whom the girl shared a deep
emotional bond. They didn't call them 'the inseparables' for nothing.
Even the few times she had seen her alone India always seemed in a
positive vibrant mood.

She could not recall
ever seeing this side of her. It rubbed her the wrong way for some
reason, seeing her crew mate and friend like this, glazed eyes
darting all around, hands and feet twitching nervously, emotions
seemingly in turmoil. She felt concerned all of a sudden.

“Everything alright?”

India looked up her
gaze having wandered again. Her heart was pounding so hard she was
afraid it would burst out of her chest. Her mouth opened, she wanted
to reply, but couldn't muster the words looking down at her fumbling
hands instead.

Lora sighed in
frustration becoming more stern. She puffed out another blue cloud
and ran her free hand through her shabby hair.

“Look, I know you've
come to tell me something, I can see it. Now, you can either tell me
or leave the way you came.”

India was choking up,
the mix of confusion and agitation overwhelming her. She felt close
to tears. She tried forcing out the words, bit by bit, but only
managed a few chunks.

“I.....I'm....”

Lora became visibly
frustrated now. India panicked taking Lora's reaction as resentment
or anger. Words bubbled out of her all of a sudden.

“I... I'm sorry,
this...this was a mistake.”

India pushed herself
out of the chair her eyes tracing back the way she came. She was
disoriented but kept her walk steady intent on reaching the door.

Lora got up at almost
the exact same moment as India anticipating her move. She threw her
cigarette butt into a corner darting forward and slamming her hand
against the wall just before the entrance, her arm blocking India's
path. She looked down at the girl her eyes ablaze.

India was shivering
now, frightened at the sudden display of aggression.

India took a step back.
She was frightened, her whole body shaking with fear, yet she was
impressed. She had heard Mutate reflexes were extraordinary but could
have never imagined the agility Lora mustered to intercept her.
Everything she had heard about Lora was suddenly confirmed. It should
have frightened her even more but she felt strangely victorious, as
if having learnt a well kept secret.

Lora lowered her
muscled arm and began to approach her slowly.

India took a few more
steps back. She trod carefully trying to keep her balance. The soles
of her thin boots scraped on the rooms metal floor, the sound being
like hammer's blow to her failing defenses.

She felt a sudden nudge
behind her. She had reached edge of the table. She was cornered.

Lora moved in closer until she was barely half an inch away. India's hands
clutched the edge of the table, her muscles tensing as she tried to
keep from tipping over backwards. Her heart was racing like never
before and she was breathing erratically. She could clearly see the
faint stains on Lora's red tank top unable to recall when she had
ever been this close to her.

She looked up at Lora,
staring her straight in the face like a wounded doe. The Mutate's
gleaming stare did nothing to calm her.

India opened her mouth,
the motion seeming an effort in itself. A thousand thoughts ran
through her head, but she couldn't find the voice for them. She
wanted to talk but words continued to fail her.

Lora raised her brows
in anticipation. She patiently waited for India to say something,
anything. A thought suddenly occurred to her; Maybe she was
overreacting. Yet she remained tense, not allowing herself to falter,
her inner soldier having the upper hand. She decided to move in a
little closer.

India panicked at
Lora's sudden movement, her heart beating frantically against her
ribcage, the chaotic mix of emotions bringing her flurry to its tense
culmination.

India reaction came
almost out of reflex. She pushed herself away from the table letting
herself fall forward.

Lora didn't have time
to react.

Before she knew it
India had her lips pressed against Lora's furry mouth. She knew she
had taken the Mutate by surprise, Lora remained stiff as a board and
did not react at first.

Lora's warrior flame
seemed extinguished as India continued pressing her lips tightly
against her own. The stiffness suddenly left her body. Her muscles
began relaxing as she was overwhelmed by confusion and euphoria. She
decided to give in, the warrior within now having completely
withdrawn, and began kissing back with equal fervour.

India's muscles
loosened. Her eyes were closed and she was lost inside the moment.
All the tumultuous emotions from before, the frustration, the
confusion, even the anger, seemed to fade away into the background.
Nothing inside or outside of her had any influence on her anymore.
She tasted the remnants of alcohol and cigarettes on Lora's breath.
She dismissed it, the euphoria making her feel warm and excited.

She felt Lora's hands
softly stroke her upper arms slowly moving up to her shoulders. The
kissing became more passionate. She felt Lora pull her close, their
bodies touching through their thin layers of clothing.

They kissed for what
felt like an eternity to India until she decided to loosen her lips.
Her gaze immediately sank and she returned to staring at Lora's
spotty tanktop.

Lora's gaze was soft.
She looked down upon India's flustered face her amber eyes half shut.

“I'm sorry,” India
remarked all of a sudden.

“No,” Lora replied
calmly, “don't be.”

Lora felt like kicking
herself. She felt ashamed for not reading the situation correctly,
the warrior within rearing with rage as it gradually shrivelled away.

She tried meeting
India's gaze but the girl kept her chin down.

Another wall of silence
seemed to hit them as the they both continued standing together
closely.

India pressed against
Lora firmly yet gently, the tall Mutate's long fingers brushing her
shoulders and upper arms lightly. The sensation sent ripples of
pleasure through her body and she finally felt at ease.

She slid her hand up
resting it just beside Lora's collar. Her chin went up as she finally
brought up the courage to look Lora in the eyes. She clenched her
fingers creasing the top still having to force out the words:

“I think I should
go,” she said while raising her head.

Lora didn't reply at
first finding herself caught in India's gaze. She studied the girl,
her warm rounded features, her ebony skin, her bright hazel eyes, her
dark hair bound into various plaits and braids. She noticed things
that had never caught her eye before. It made sense, she had never
held India close before, had never really touched her not wanting to
violate her privacy. Her eyes caught the pattern of her braids, the
yellow rings around her irises.

She noticed the faint
remnants of scar tissue at the edge of her arm and neck and suddenly
got a strange feeling. It was vague, very easily missed, anyone else
would not have taken note of it. But Lora was not anyone else, her
eyes were sharper.

Lora blinked snapping
out of her trance. She ran her palm down India's arm reaching for the
fist still clutching the sleeve of her shirt. Her skin felt rough in
places. India's grip loosened letting Lora get hold of her hand.

“Yeah,” Lora
finally said her voice sounding heavy.

She reluctantly
loosened her grasp letting India slip out of her embrace. She felt a
sting of regret wanting to grab hold of her again, kiss her again, go
further. She stopped herself not wanting to push India into something
she didn't want, feeling that things hadn't really gone the way she
planned. The girl had already done more than she anticipated she'd
do, even if some of it was merely in the heat of the moment.

India stood still for a
moment thinking about what to say. She remained silent shoving past
Lora awkwardly and stepping towards the door slowly.

“Catch you later,”
Lora said while India passed her by.

India turned her head
to give Lora an unsure smile but she seemed frozen staring blankly at
the wall. She averted her gaze and continued walking. She had made a
mistake, she knew it, felt it as her gut knotted up.

A thousand thoughts
were reeling through Lora's head, so thick she thought she needed her
combat knife to cut through them. She finally managed to sift through
them forced into focus by the metallic clanking of India's steps. She
turned on her heels.

“Look,” Lora
started sounding somewhat reluctant.

India had barely passed
out of the door. She stopped dead in her tracks noticing Lora's
movement and looked up expectantly.

“It's early,” Lora
continued.

A perplexed look spread
on India's face. She raised her eyebrows anticipating more.

Lora finally managed to
finished her stream of thought: “So, how about breakfast?”

India blinked for a
second as if the words were foreign to her. Her heart skipped a beat
as she realised what Lora had just said. A warm victorious feeling
spread throughout her body.

“Meet you in the
canteen in...,” Lora paused taking a glance behind her as if
assessing the state of her bunk for a moment, “...an hour?”

India was caught in
Lora's gaze again. She felt like crying with joy, her heart pounding
frantically. She wanted to leap forward, take three long steps and
collapse into Lora's arms. She wanted to kiss those lips again, feel
Lora's caress, let her strong grasp squeeze all the air out of her
lungs. The urge almost tore her apart.

An amused shudder crept
up her spine. She had to contain herself, had to play it cool.

“Sure,” she said
breathing deep, “sounds perfect.”

“Great,” Lora
repeated amber eyes fixed.

She pressed her chest
out feeling victorious. Her hands slid into her pockets and she
leaned on the edge of the table still smiling and her head tilted.

India beheld Lora for a
moment seeing the confidence she admired her for so much. She tried
saying something but had ran out of words to say only managing an
affirming nod and a wave before disappearing through the door. Lora's
gaze followed her curiously as she left.

India was pacing now
her steps growing faster as she moved down the corridor. She turned
the corner her legs feeling shaky and her breathing irregular.
Leaning against a rusty wall she tried catching her breath.

The gravity of what
just happened suddenly hit her full force. She buried her face in her
hands unable to hold back a few tears. A multitude of emotions came
flooding in, relief, happiness, euphoria, excitement. She was beaming
now.

Things hadn't gone as
planned at all, yet a sense of achievement filled her. She knew it
wouldn't stop there though. She would have to work some more to get
Lora's affection, but it was step in the right direction, however
small.

Only an hour from now
she'd be in the canteen, Lora sat across from her, or beside her, she
didn't care.

She wondered what to
do, whether to head back to her room, whether to get changed, whether
she should tell Axa. She dismissed her last thought thinking it
better to leave her friend out of the loop for the moment. Who knew
what she had to say to the entire thing. She knew of her friend's
jealousy, even though Axa never admitted to it. Even though they were
only friends Axa could be somewhat possessive of her in a protective
kind of way.

She set her legs in
motion still beaming radiantly. A thousand more thoughts ran through
her head as she ran audibly through the corridors. The anticipation
carried her all the way back to her quarters.

She'd make the best of
it, whatever was to come, she knew she would.

Lora was stood in the
corner of her room just beyond the decommissioned medical cabinet,
hands leaned on the edges of a sink and eyes focused on the cracked
mirror above it. She was staring blankly. The magnitude of the
situation had come down on her like a tumbling brick wall. She should
have felt euphoric, excited, even happy but something stopped her.

She felt that feeling
again, the one she felt before when India sat in the middle of her
room unable to speak or look her in the eye. She recognised it now as
her hangover finally settled.

She had felt it before,
long ago. She finally knew what she felt, but shuddered at the
thoughts it reeled.

India had awakened
something in her, something she had buried deep within her in a dark
secluded corner of her being. Lora felt true affection, deep,
genuine.

But there was something
else there too, pain, suffering, rage, unadulterated, savage, wrapped
up in memories. Memories of mistakes she had sworn never to commit
again or live through again, at any cost whatsoever.

She rubbed her
bloodshot eyes leaving her hand to rest over her mouth.

She stared at her
distorted reflection, half expecting it to speak to her, to give her
advice, a hint, or any kind of help. It didn't.

The silence seemed
deafening. Not even her heightened hearing could avoid it.

For the first time in a
long time the warrior within Lora Aesher did not have a battle plan.

For the first time in a
long time Lora was afraid.

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Nicely laid story. Needed a little more ghost and Raven conversations. Initially, Had everyone on suspect list but satisfied by the precision to capture the killer. Waiting for more Raven and Cade adventures.

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I could not put this story down. I stayed up reading when I should have been in bed. could not get enough, could not wait to find how it ended. Great story telling. Great detail. Loved it. The characters were very vivid.

Jasmine Chow:
As I read this story, I was reminded some what of Terry Pratchett, especially some descriptions of politics and economics. The sci-fic setting is quite intriguing. Writing style is quite lovely and grew on me slowly. I was also slightly reminded of Mark Twain, especially his book A Connecticut Ya...

Pablo Rojas:
Love the story, at the end it is a western story, simple, yet giving hints and pieces of the situation that is happening all over ravencroft´s universe. easy to read and always keeping with the main stream story I want to keep reading about, Olafson´s adventures.

jigglypuff314:
Feeling sad that you can't watch your harem hentai in class? This is the book for you! No one will suspect a thing (other than your boner) as you scroll through pages of some of the best porn you'll ever be able to imagine!Spectacular details and a wonderful tug of emotions, you won't know whethe...

Nichole P. Conard:
The characters are well created and pull you along through the story. The plot is well thought out, with some interesting turns. I was unsure what was going to happen, several times in the story, which is a grand point, as who wants to know they have figured out the story correctly...once they ge...

Chevonne Prinsloo:
I loved this book.. I didn't want to stop reading it! just my kind of book... I really love how the plot of the story carries along. I hope there are more books to follow after this one! I like the way she describes how Rogue is feeling and the way she shows the emotions going through Rogu. I als...

Tiffany Thomson:
This story is not something I would normally pick up and read but I'm so glad I did, I wasn't able to put it down and my husband was yelling at me at 3am to put it down and go to bed (just waited for him to doze back off before picking it back up)I really hope Natalie brings out another book eith...

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